Autumn here is not the same as autumn there

Temps have finally dropped into the 80s, with a deeper chill in the evenings. I find myself walking places more readily, and not only because I know I ought–because suddenly it feels good to be outside again, even in the middle of the day.

After a summer’s estivation, my city and those of us in it are waking up.

I think maybe I’ll write outside today.

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